tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249549512024-03-13T17:57:43.626-04:00Sarcasm & Cynicism...served up by Single GrlLife is full of stories and as they say the truth is stranger than fiction. Ask who knows me. I may speak softly, and I may look sweet. But under NO circumstances think for just one second that what you see is what you get. Because when you know me, know the real me you know that I'm anything but what you see. Most of the time. So read on my friends. And you will catch my gripping, views, sarcasm and dry of whit. Read on....I dare you.Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-18594869551987958582009-03-11T09:32:00.003-04:002009-03-11T10:08:21.168-04:00Celebrities and What They Do With Their Fame & Power<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;">So here we go with another blog about celebrities this month. It seems that they're really getting under my skin this month. First with (idiot-not-a-man-but-a-slug) Chris Brown, now with two more celebrities. One whom I adore(d) and thought was oh-so-sexy, the other who I just thought was a pain in the ass. I'm talking about <strong>Joe Perry</strong> and <strong><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Oprah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Winfrey</span></strong>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">When you become a celebrity....you have a lot to contend with. You've scads of adoring fans, more money than you really should even have, and of course more influence on the public that anyone should ever have. Because...you know...most of the public follows by example, and doesn't think for themselves. Example: <strong>Paris Hilton</strong> has a platoon of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Chihuahuas</span>...so everyone goes out to buy the same breed....forgoing pets in shelters who need good homes. Every once in awhile, you'll have a celebrity who actually uses their fame, voice and popularity for good and helping mankind....see <strong>Brad Pitt</strong>, <strong>Bono</strong>, <strong>Gary Cooper,</strong> which then leads to bringing awareness to the public and sparking people to help their fellow man or cause.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;">But it broke my heart and even sickened me when my very own (ok, maybe he's not mine....but I was so enamored by him) <strong>Joe Perry</strong> decided to list some personal items on e-bay for an auction. Joe Perry decided to sell a Gibson amp which he had used to record some of Aerosmith's earlier albums, as well as Just Push Play, and had used it on tour as well. This item was not in pristine condition, having some nics which added to the charm and personality of the amp. Not only did the group's web site: aeroforceone.com send out messages about 'being able to buy one of Joe Perry's amp's' but <em><strong>it was being auctioned</strong></em>!I went right to e-bay, knowing there was no way I could bid on it...but wondering what charity this item was helping out. Okay people...sit down for this one: <strong><em>the 'charity' that the proceeds of the amp auction was going to was JOE PERRY'S OWN POCKETS.</em></strong>Joe is not selling it to help those less fortunate than him, or no pun intended, the average joe. He was selling the Gibson amp for his own personal gain. Because, you know...he don't have enough money. And with the econonmy inthe state it is, perhaps the $3,400.00 at which the auction ended at is his mad money. Shame on you Joe....for not just selling the item, but auctioning it....and auctioning it for his own gain. You know what? You're not as good looking to me as you once were, and age has nothing to do with it. Maybe you should take a look at <strong>Steven Tyler's</strong> actions and follow in his footsteps. <em><strong>Learn from Steven about donating your items to charity.</strong></em></span><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Oprah Winfrey</em></strong> is my new hero. At least for the remainder of the month. I had thought her to be a busy-body, know-it-all who just talked to hear her own voice. I never thought her sincere. But I am very proud of her, and applaude her for vocalizing her disgust of the Chris Brown actions, and trying to set Rihanna and all women straight about it never being okay for a man (or anyone for that matter) to hit and hurt you. Oprah has spoken on national televison from the beginning of this Chris Brown/Rihanna debacle about domestic abuse, quoting the facts about repeat offenders, and offering Rihanna help as well as pleading with her to leave him. Oprah has even swore that <em>Chris Brown would never be a guest on her program</em>. Oprah is teaming up with <strong>Tyra Banks</strong> to do a special show in regards to domestic violence and bringing awareness to women to run away from anyone who lays hands on you in anger. <strong>Kudos Oprah</strong>.....you are finally using your celebrity, not for your own personal image...but to help women in the world who suffer physical abuse and trying to reach out a friendly hand to Rihanna. Now if only Tina Turner would try to reach out and open her eyes...maybe Rihanna will live a successful <em><strong>life</strong></em> too. </span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com65tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-59218141107292354572009-02-27T12:01:00.002-05:002009-02-27T12:25:52.643-05:00Meme wrap-up for 2008<span style="color:#ff99ff;">1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?<br />Went on a mini-vacation completely by MYSELF...wound up sleeping in a room full of complete strangers, made friends on said trip and had a blast.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?<br />Nope, and it sucks. I am just not motivated.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">3. Did anyone close to you give birth?<br />No.<br />4. Did anyone close to you die?<br />Nope....thank God.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">5. What countries did you visit?<br />As usual....NONE.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?<br />More self confidance (which I am obtaining), financial stability, and a man. Not a boy...but a REAL man.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?<br />March 15th, as that was the day we got Lola. (See Lola-Palooza)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?<br />Making new friends on my own. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">9. What was your biggest failure?<br />Not being able to let go of stuff.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">10. Did you suffer illness or injury?<br />LOL....chronic sinus issues, IBS w/ constipation, anxiety.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">11. What was the best thing you bought?<br />My I-Pod Nano, my laptop.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">12. Whose behavior merited celebration?<br />Bono's, my mother's.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?<br />Live SciFi. Trying to swindle people out of their money.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">14. Where did most of your money go?<br />Bills, pets, anything and everything.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?<br />Picking up Lola, getting in to my paranormal investigative group.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">16. What song will always remind you of 2008?<br />'So What' by Pink</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">17. Compared to this time last year, are you:a) happier or sadder? Sadderb) thinner or fatter? fatter.c) richer or poorer? Poorer.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">18. What do you wish you'd done more of?<br />Saving more money...traveling more.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">19. What do you wish you'd done less of?<br />Stressing out. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">20. How did you spend Christmas?<br />With mom and Id a....it was MUCH BETTER in 2008, than in 2007.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">21. Did you fall in love in 2008?<br />*Sigh* No.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">22. What was your favorite TV program?<br />I'm sticking with my answers as always: SuperNatural, Grey's Antanomy, TRUEBLOOD!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?<br />I hate to say it, but yeah....I do.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">24. What was the best book you read?<br />'To Kill A MockingBird', and also 'Twilight'!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">25. What was your greatest musical discovery?<br />Blue October! LOVE THEM!!! Just got tickets to see them in concert.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">26. What did you want and get?<br />Confirmation of love and being watched over by two important people in my life.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">27. What did you want and not get?<br />To go to Ireland.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">28. What was your favorite film of this year?<br />Too many seen to remember. But Probably Iron Man, and TWILIGHT</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?<br />Went to dance class, had b-day cake at home. The next night we went to dinner in Port Jefferson. I had turned 32.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?<br />Being able to go to Ireland. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?<br />Comfort. it's all about comfort.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">32. What kept you sane?<br />My cats. It may sound silly, but my cats know my every mood and emotion even if I do not voice it. ....they know. 2008 was a crying year for me, and the cats were there to comfort all the way through. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?<br /></span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1024677/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Colin</span></a><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> Farrell! Bono! Actually Brad Pitt for helping the people in New Orleans.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">34. What political issue stirred you the most?<br />Having a black man be a candidate for the presidant.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">35. Who did you miss?<br />My uncle. A special someone who lives in Florida. (Actually 2 in Florida) </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">36. Who was the best new person you met?<br />My friend Liz. She is a trooper, hystrical....kind, and someone I look up to.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.<br />Speak up for yourself.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.'So so what? I'm still a rock star. I've got my rock moves...and I don't need you. And guess what? I'm having more fun. Now that you're gone. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.'</span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-60929949295503623382009-02-11T08:49:00.002-05:002009-02-11T09:02:52.113-05:00My heart breaks for Rihanna<span style="color:#33ff33;">I am completely disgusted with the whole Rihanna/Chris Brown situation that is in the media. I have been a fan of Rihanna for a few years, think she is a beautiful young woman inside and out. As for Chris Brown, I don't know too much about him, other than he's in the music industry (and now an 'alleged' woman beater.)</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Domestic violence is a horrible crime and is also almost always an endless cycle which moves from generation to generation. It is NEVER okay to hurt someone, regardless of hurting them with fists or words. I implore people that if you are a victim of domestic abuse to seek help! And <strong>know that if you're in a 'loving relationship' with someone who is hurting you, they are NOT going to change, and they are NOT sorry for hurting you.</strong> They will apologize afterwards, promise it will never happen again, and even try to make you 'see how it was your fault they hurt you.' But it is NEVER excusable, nor is it EVER your fault. Get help, and get out of the relationship.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">My heart breaks for Rihanna, she is a kind woman who does much charrity work, has a foundation and went out on a mission to find a bone marrow match for a complete stranger. She has her life ahead of her. I am disappointed in Chris Brown.....by his actions, he has taught the youth that it is okay to use their fists. He has broken the hope of those less fortunate of making themselves better, those who looked up to Chris.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Chris Brown has lost several endorsments, and gigs due to the charges and investigation brought against him. And I AM GLAD. I think it is about time that a celebrity is held accountable for their actions. I hope that he learns from his mistake, and gets the counciling that he may need to heal from the troubles of his youth. I also hope to God that Rihanna moves on in her life, and away from Chris. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://perezhilton.com/category/rihanna/">http://perezhilton.com/category/rihanna/</a>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-79598091725658826902008-11-20T23:45:00.000-05:002008-11-20T23:46:20.241-05:00<span style="color:#66ff99;">Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love my 'kids'. Pooka and Cro..i have been such a joy to have, I can't believe it's been six years they're a part of my family. Pooka is the macho-yet-mamma's-boy cat, and Cro..i is just a little-lump-of-love since day one. And then there's Lola...the 10-month pain-in-the-arse-puggle-pup who is so cute you just gotta love her. And they each have their own personalities which are so distinct...I could tell you endless stories until you beg me to stop.</span><br /><span style="color:#66ff99;"><br />And if you have been following my blog on blogger (which granted I hadn't updated in forever) or read some of my blogs here, you'll know that Pooka and Cro..i love to give the gifts of love that only devouted house kittens could give. You know it.....a mouse-gift. It seems like a lot of time has passed since a field mouse has unfortunatly found its way in to our home, but tonight Pooka and Cro..i showed they've still got what it takes. A lot of people also seem skeptical when we tell them how Pooka and Lola really are best friends. I mean, he lets her chew on his ears, and they play in the back yard together. Well, tonight he solidified it in an amazing act, and I wish I had a camera near by to capture it.<br /><br />This morning Lola was a bit under the weather, having up-chucked some phlegm and having a case of the snizzles. We're blessed to have a dog with allergies....and Ida had kept a close eye on her during the day to make sure she (Lola) wasn't getting any sicker...which she wasn't. By the time I got home from work, Lola was a bundle of energy and her playful self. Per our nightly ritual...we were all hanging out in the family room watching Grey's Anatonmy, and Lola was curled at Ida's feet snoring not so softly...Pooka overhead dosing as well on the back of the couch. As we watched tv, Cro..i was making a commotion scratching Lola's wee papers (which were clean) and I kept telling her to knock it off. Ahhhhh, how my motherly instincts were not kicking in...but perhaps that had something to do with watching 'McDreamy' and 'McSteamy'.<br />Pooka eventually hopped off the back of the couch, and then there was no distracting noises of scuffles or papers or anything. Ida and Lola's snores filled the background instead. A little more time passes, and who come strolling around the side of the couch, looking like a little kid wanting to surprise a loved one but my boy Pooka. He looks at my mother, then glances at me with a look on his face like "ssshhhh, don't spoil my surprise." Then he proceeds to take a few steps past us, towards Lola...heading SPECIFICALLY towards Lola, with a clump of gray dust on his chin. I was laughing at his expression, and about to tell my mother to get the clump of dust off his mouth when I noticed that this clump of dust had little ears, and little legs, and a body and head. POOKA CAUGHT A MOUSE AN WAS BRINGING IT TO LOLA!!!<br /><br />When he realized he was busted for being so darn cute...he high-tailed it back around the couch, and him and his sister began to play with the mouse. A mouse which was not dead! Well, call me cruel...but I wasn't coming between my little mc-kittens and their kill (not that I wanted them to kill the mouse either.) But they were only doing their job. IS this mouse still alive? I dunno, I've come upstairs to report to all of you how cute Pooka (and Cro..i.....and Lola) is. Because once mom and I were gushing over Pooka's gift for Lola, Lola woke up and was hanging over the back of the couch, wanting her gift.<br /><br />But I also can't help but wonder, as Thanksgiving is almost upon us:<br />(A) Did Pooka and Cro..i intend to give Lola the mouse as a gift, to make her feel better after feeling icky this morning?<br />(B) Did Pooka intend to try and scare Lola with a mouse gift as little boys are known to do to little girls?<br />(C) Did Pooka and Cro..i intend for the mouse to be their Thanksgiving dinner, and was bringing it to us to prepare for them?</span><br /></span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-31528276395904710172008-09-06T11:13:00.001-04:002008-09-06T11:22:25.567-04:00<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;">So I am so disgusted with myself. I am also <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">saddingly</span> shocked with how accurate the horror movie writers and industry make characters and storyline plots. Let me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">clarify</span>.<br />You know how when you're watching a horror movie, and the climatic or spooky music is building up, so you know something BAD is going to happen? And there's the dumb character who is being victimized or is about to become the next <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">causality</span> because they hear a noise and go to check it out....and there's Jason/Leather-Face/zombies/(insert your own horror movie bad-guy) just lurking around the corner, waiting for the victim to be stupid enough to head their way to see what made the noise? Then they spring out and kill said dumb character. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;">Meanwhile you're watching the movie saying out loud: 'Dumb ass, what is wrong with you? Go the other way...it's so obvious that you're about to get mutilated! If that was me, my ass would have been so outta there.' And you know what....you're feeling superior because you would never be as dumb as that person if the shoe was on the other foot and this was a real scenario. *RAISES HAND* I've been the one all the time pointing out the obvious and making my snide little comments when watching the horror movies. I used to pride myself on thinking that I'd be the smart one, to make it through the entire movie, in one piece- being able to live happily ever after with Freddie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Prinze</span> Jr's character.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;">But I was wrong! Wrong I tell you! And I am smacking myself in the head over the fact that I would be one of these dumb characters who get bumped off. It makes me cringe. Last night we went to the diner for dinner: mom, Ida and myself. Before we ate, I decided to go to the restroom. Mind you the restroom has two stalls. So as I'm washing my hands, I hear a noise. No, not that kind of noise....it sounded like the spool of toilet tissue being unfurled from the roller. But it didn't sound like it was coming from the stall next to the one I just vacated. So there I am rinsing my hands, pondering the noise, and I hear it again...this time longer, and almost like it's coming through the wall. Then I figure it is coming through the wall...but I wasn't sure. So I turn around and look at the floor to see if there are feet in the stall which is next to the one I was in. NO FEET. I take a step closer and kinda peer through the crack of the door, because the door is slightly ajar. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;">AND THEN I FREEZE. Because I realize how stupid I am! I realize that this is a classic horror movie scene where the dumb character gets killed. (How many times have I watched 'Scream' when the killer is in the bathroom perched on the toilet seat and Sidney sees the feet lower themselves to the floor). This is the classic horror movie scene where the DUMB CHARACTER hears a suspicious noise, goes to investigate it INSTEAD of turning and running the other way, and gets hacked to pieces!!! I also realized that the stall was indeed empty and the noise was from the men's restroom. But I left the restroom to go back to my table laughing to myself as well as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">chastising</span> myself for being dumb enough.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"> So Hollywood, keep churning out those horror movies. I'll keep watching, and will try to not make fun of the 'dumb characters' who so easily get themselves bumped off. Because I'd be one too.</span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-48453306968084304022008-09-03T21:33:00.000-04:002008-09-03T21:34:56.190-04:00Pooka & Lola truly partners in crime!<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"> Once upon a time, there were these two adorable little kittens. They were so loving, and jovial, and not at all cold-blooded killers of things such as mice, or fish, or anything that had blood runnng through their veins.These cute, cuddly kittens used to stalk dust, play with their kitty toys, and eat goodies galore. Just for the sake of it, we'll call these cute, sweet, NICE kitties Pooka and Cro`i. (What a coincodince, huh?)<br /> Well, over the years these two NICE house kitties, Pooka and Cro`i shared with their family, they grew in to unique furballs of love. Cro`i would oogle Derek Jeter whenever he was on the tv...and Pooka became such a mamma's boy. If a pet fish was brought in to the house they never thought to try and HURT the fishy. In fact once Pooka stuck his paw in the water and got skeeved out. But as they grew, it was clear that they wondered what was outside the warm house they cohabitated in. To keep them safe, and give them a sense of adventure these sweet, NICE kitties were allowed to venture in to play in the garage...instead of being allowed in to the open air of the yard.<br /> AND that's where the trouble started. These two kitties who just so happen to have the name Pooka and Cro`i began to change. From time to time, especially in bad weather (winter) they'd find these little furry poachers, who skittered around...looking very much like their toy mice. The kitties morphed themselves in to sleek, swift, fierce hunters. Proud to show off their kill, even though their family (more importantly their mother-who we'll call Rose) would be appalled. But the family understood the nature of cats, and even when these kitties deposited a mutilated mouse in her bed, on Egyptian cotten sheets.<br /> But as if this tale was not getting gruesome enough, the tale gets even darker. A puppy was brough in to this little family...and soon won over the hearts of all who lived under the roof...even the kittens who now had a dark side. And although the puppy, who just to keep consistant, we'll call her Lola was being house broken...and allowed to go outside...the cats were not. And the cats didn't understand why. So over the course of a few months...the cats known as Pooka was allowed to play in the back yard...because (a) he was Lola's best friend and they played together...and (b) because he would try and cry all night to get out if he didn't have his way.<br /> The other day when the family came home...they spooted Pooka outside, looking like he was going to make a mad dash out of the yard. Pooka's mother had a panic and went running towards him. But Pooka was not trying to escape. And he gave his mother a dirty look, as his intended victim...a little finch flew off. Pooka's muscles slowly unbunched and he went in the house. The family laughed it off, glad that the little bird lived to see another day. Estatic to know their darling Pooka's paws were unbloodied.<br /> But oh no, Pooka would not be thwarted. Pooka's need for a hunt was overwhelming. Many times since July...he was foiled when he'd go to innocently 'visit' the new gold fish named Jimmy Buffett. At night he slept so soundly...his mother thought he was a little furry saint. But that was when he was plotting it all out. He waited until no one susspected anything...would never suspect his accomplise.<br /> Pooka mother and grandmother had been out running errands and returned home wondering what they would have for dinner. It was then that they heard Pooka's aunt yelling 'Let me wash your mouth...let me wash your mouth' for some odd reason. When they entered the home...there was Lola...having her face scrubbed clean. The mother and grandmother innocently asked what was going on- and here's where our tale ends in a murder most fowl (intentional mis-spelling.)<br /> Pooka got to go on his hunting expaditon. He hunted in his own back yard...stalking a BIG black bird. He solicited his sister Lola's assistance in the hiding of the body...so no one would be the wiser. However Lola could not resist...so proud to be part of a secret Pooka entrusted her with. Pooka chosing Lola over Cro`i. Lola then brough her trophy in to the house and as she watched tv began to gnaw and chew on her black bird quietly. Due to her own oblivion, and not answering her aunt's calls for her...did she ignite suspission and had Aunt Ida come looking for her. And THAT'S when Ida discovered the horrid truth! Pooka and Lola are now murderers and partners in crime. Pooka did the hunting, and Lola the stashing. And our sweet little kitty will never be the same again.<br /> So those of you who own pets. Wether they be cats or dogs or some of each. Don't put anything past them. Because you never know when your sweet and innocent furball will cross over to the dark side.</span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-41397296562781736512008-08-09T09:51:00.001-04:002008-08-09T09:52:56.690-04:00Crappy Day<span style="color:#cc33cc;">I should have known this was coming....something crappy. My life has been going so good, and I've been quite happy the past few months. But yesterday <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">crappiness</span> crept in to my life from all different angels, and I should have realized it was long overdue. So if I've done something to piss off the universe, I'm sorry. But I like being happy, can I have my nice life back?<br /> Yesterday morning started with me dragging my butt to get to work (as usual.) So I went down to feed the puppy-head, and get food for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mckittens</span>. Never did I hear Ida ask me to open the back door for the dog on my way up to get dressed. Well, the dog had an accident in the house, Ida had to clean it and was pissed at me. I, in turn got my back up and yelled at her before leaving for work. On my way home from work I called the house leaving Ida a message asking if she wanted to get something to eat. She was avoiding my call, and when I got home, still wasn't talking to me. Crappy day.So I went up and took a nap.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /> During yesterday morning, I called a co-worker to ask them a question, and we wound up talking about a happy hour which took place the night before for a friend of ours. I almost went to it, but at the last minute decided not to. Well, I asked who went to the happy hour, and she ran down the list of attendees...saving a certain name for last. She then went on to tell me that she met the dickheads 'new' 'old' girlfriend....as in he has been with her before and now they're back together. Which my response to her was 'good, they deserve one another.' But I am so irked about this! And I don't know why. I guess it's because I wanted to be the one to be able to flaunt someone in his face? Saying 'ha- I didn't pine for you!' I guess it's because he just dropped me without any closure. One day everything was hunky-dory, the next I was lucky if I even got a 'hello' from him. Dickhead was not mature in the least, saying 'hey I want to move on.' And lastly, I guess it's because he lied to me. As in, never saying 'look, me and my ex....we've got history. We always find our way back to one another, so I don't know if this thing between you and me is a fling or can be more.' I mean dickhead and his 'new' 'old' girlfriend have been dating on and off for 4 years! And he brought her to a happy hour, which I could have been at. I mean, that would have been shock and a slap in the face for me to meet her with no warning. This is the biggest lie he ever pulled on me, which also erases any nice thoughts I have of dickhead, or any fond memories of our time together. I honestly don't want him back, nor did I. But I am irked about this, and am really unclear why. Crappy day.<br /><br /> And lastly I was in a MINOR car accident tonight. I was supposed to go to the Zappa Plays Zappa concert, in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Westbury</span>. On my way to meet a friend and his girlfriend for dinner, the rain was coming down like I've never seen it come down. The traffic on the highway was slowing, so to avoid a truck which spun out and hit the wall, and as I slowed, I fish-tailed, and rear-ended the car in front of me. In turn, I was hit from behind by a white car. My airbags deployed (nasty odor) and I was shocked. Undoing my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">seat belt</span>, I got out to check the driver in front of me, and realized there was some damage, but not tons. Five squad cars arrived on the scene, and two officers were very nice. One squad car left, and two cars handled the lady I hit, while two attended me. The white car who hit me had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">snuck</span> off, and being that I was in shock, didn't think to mention it to the cops. Due to my airbags deploying, the Santa Fe wouldn't start (as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">safety</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mechanism</span>) and I couldn't find the kill switch, so I could move the car (as it was dead.) So the cops pushed me to the side, and a tow truck had to bring me to an impound yard. So needless to say, I missed the concert. Needless to say, I now have to rent a car, and see how long I'll be without my truck. My beautiful Santa Fe, which I will now not turn in for anything. No one was hurt badly in my accident, thank God...but I am sore and stiff. So say it with me....crappy day.<br /><br /> And to the universe, I've had my fill of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">crappiness</span>. Can I have some nice, quiet, happy now?</span><br /></span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-26100581701291684192008-07-17T13:54:00.011-04:002008-12-12T03:14:37.089-05:00Summer movies and such<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Well, as usual, I am procrastinating with the vacation blog, and honestly it is because I can't find the 15 m<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">inutes</span> it will take for me to share the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> of July recap and photos. Plus everyone is 'howling' for Lola updates, so the pooch with the personality had to update her blog first. If you know me personally, or know me through my blog....you know I love movies. Any and all genre...let me submerge myself in the entertainment.</div><br /><br /><div>This summer season has been awesome for movie fans.....and it was every weekend in May that I was in the theater. I can say the only flick I did not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LOVE</span> (but I thought was watchable) was prince Caspian. But <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">what about</span> those days or nights when you're home and need a good summer flick to keep you from zoning out? These are always my go-to movies, especially in the summer months:</div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGGrlpNQP04D6epvJ3g-AQmKUl2g0k9ai3RV_xvxEHWJ6P18ImczXqBf44jMS3Puy4KbRN_gx_F3Su65Rk6iRSv6gozuSqyHwr9G1GcHPOXec4Z206ruLjkj5WGOCZvGy_WVQEw/s1600-h/Jaws.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224045834418028082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGGrlpNQP04D6epvJ3g-AQmKUl2g0k9ai3RV_xvxEHWJ6P18ImczXqBf44jMS3Puy4KbRN_gx_F3Su65Rk6iRSv6gozuSqyHwr9G1GcHPOXec4Z206ruLjkj5WGOCZvGy_WVQEw/s320/Jaws.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#33ffff;">When a gigantic great white shark begins to menace the small island community of Amity, a police chief, a marine scientist and grizzled fisherman set out to stop it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMGlk1Tz_81kBKQit3yPZyxdiepmIgC0VKlytyDmmZ38jnlSq1YKb_nLCkvAdaTxkoEvByii4MBMK4bJC1vTvb5E4Q3y3qZDxL2rf6sly-VkUOrs110NSzIXWZNgu9SnG-rA5XA/s1600-h/Great_outdoors.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224046376513609650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="203" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMGlk1Tz_81kBKQit3yPZyxdiepmIgC0VKlytyDmmZ38jnlSq1YKb_nLCkvAdaTxkoEvByii4MBMK4bJC1vTvb5E4Q3y3qZDxL2rf6sly-VkUOrs110NSzIXWZNgu9SnG-rA5XA/s320/Great_outdoors.gif" width="136" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">Big-hearted Chicago family man Chet has brought his family to a lakeside resort area, and although his wife and kids aren't quite as excited as he is, Chet has high hopes for the vacation. However, his optimism is sabotaged when his obnoxious brother-in-law Roman drops in unexpectedly, along with his snooty, strange family. Chet and his family try to stay open-minded, but they find it difficult to relax and enjoy themselves because of the constant annoyance of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ro</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCw3v1VZNDaNyx-PnD7-uTKlAtMWssaPtRyvOi6HCIkS9fHRJDnzYIdUkqZbdzXTmlhAWRzdwjOM5G0OrfNGQb2jDANC6MXZgEUzvR_VvaUP3IF96MAFHdxwYD4HnwKv2M7X5G6Q/s1600-h/spice+world.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224046732735408338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="254" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCw3v1VZNDaNyx-PnD7-uTKlAtMWssaPtRyvOi6HCIkS9fHRJDnzYIdUkqZbdzXTmlhAWRzdwjOM5G0OrfNGQb2jDANC6MXZgEUzvR_VvaUP3IF96MAFHdxwYD4HnwKv2M7X5G6Q/s320/spice+world.jpg" width="197" border="0" /></a>man's presence</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">They perform for royalty and entertain millions the world over. But now, they're making a movie.<br />You say you want a revolution?<br />They Don't Just Sing!<br />Five girls. Five days. One rocking world!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwla-cJgOBlcrRhn1JZLiYPQdwypmNuLsKnzHT6jM7pTli351wdIBG4eh3BCLQvWWoDrJJNxHuFdCTowJc-2NSyex0MxcOD34mh2oGsir_WAWDdIo0Gnfr5rLfXIWru1vjEm-Bw/s1600-h/raiders-of-the-lost-ark-c10288336.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224047114296533666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="248" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwla-cJgOBlcrRhn1JZLiYPQdwypmNuLsKnzHT6jM7pTli351wdIBG4eh3BCLQvWWoDrJJNxHuFdCTowJc-2NSyex0MxcOD34mh2oGsir_WAWDdIo0Gnfr5rLfXIWru1vjEm-Bw/s320/raiders-of-the-lost-ark-c10288336.jpg" width="214" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc66;">The year is 1936. A professor who studies archeology named <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Indiana</span> Jones is venturing in the jungles in South America searching for a golden statue. Unfortunately, he sets off a deadly trap doing so, miraculously, he escapes. Then, Jones hears from a museum curator named Marcus Brody about a biblical artifact called The Ark of the Covenant, which can hold the key to humanly existence. Jones has to venture to vast places such as Nepal and Egypt to find this artifact. However, he will have to fight his enemy Renee <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Belloq</span> and a band of Nazis in order to reach it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8bJbnchW50_rkq159PK9CLN6rX3wRYyr-KCVGO1YRoOLypQRFdJlyg2yJTVi6mTE4R9SPMBLBDg6xwYhT0_-kdz_HstVpGvBfpXJXb0Ia4epnz5vkJtO-2VXvQBdJIL8klrknlA/s1600-h/the+"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224047624240912898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8bJbnchW50_rkq159PK9CLN6rX3wRYyr-KCVGO1YRoOLypQRFdJlyg2yJTVi6mTE4R9SPMBLBDg6xwYhT0_-kdz_HstVpGvBfpXJXb0Ia4epnz5vkJtO-2VXvQBdJIL8klrknlA/s320/the+%27burbs.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#66ff99;">A comedy about one nice guy who gets pushed too far.<br />He's a man of peace in a savage land... Suburbia.<br />He's a stranger in an even stranger land... Suburbia<br /></span><span style="color:#66ff99;">Life In The Burbs Will Never Be The Same Again!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBinJEtwBXx7GC3EDBzvS0WYFAMztyzMgCj9mtyGJZswG3vxKKyVTsW2vtFNuFuBlMRfJRTY8e-3keDO6to8pkKnCNYK4SctFgL_H3wF9uxG0K_CW0mmxB0az4vdRlpAUM2zoEA/s1600-h/wedding_date.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224048270626207186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="266" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBinJEtwBXx7GC3EDBzvS0WYFAMztyzMgCj9mtyGJZswG3vxKKyVTsW2vtFNuFuBlMRfJRTY8e-3keDO6to8pkKnCNYK4SctFgL_H3wF9uxG0K_CW0mmxB0az4vdRlpAUM2zoEA/s320/wedding_date.jpg" width="192" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#66ff99;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ccccff;">"The Wedding Date" centers around Kat Ellis (Messing), who returns to her parents' London home for her sister's wedding. Afraid of confronting her ex-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fiancé</span>, who dumped her two years before, she hires a top-drawer male escort (Mulroney) to pose as her new boyfriend.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKmXHLbmIXR-75A_GfHzwikAV1HOa6fpCqE_c1hFBLr8CPGxTiTiVZVV6Ub-nVmaDzRpnUFGlwOiwK2eXEFRjRHfaonyFe61tyvNSzUUGvlaatUjo_Evdd295aYW0JJKfyk71mw/s1600-h/the+fog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224048662176212290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="265" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKmXHLbmIXR-75A_GfHzwikAV1HOa6fpCqE_c1hFBLr8CPGxTiTiVZVV6Ub-nVmaDzRpnUFGlwOiwK2eXEFRjRHfaonyFe61tyvNSzUUGvlaatUjo_Evdd295aYW0JJKfyk71mw/s320/the+fog.jpg" width="178" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;">What you can't see won't hurt you... it'll kill you!<br />Lock your doors. Bolt your windows. There's something in THE FOG!<br />When the fog rolls in... the terror begins!<br />It is night. It is cold. It is coming.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;">Or you even have:In Antonio Island, Oregon, the dwellers are celebrating the anniversary of the foundation of the seaside town and the mayor has built the statues of the founders: Wayne, Castle, Williams and Malone. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">descendant</span> Nick Castle owns the Castle & Son, a fishing charter company, using his vessel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Seagrass</span> for tourism in the Antonio Bay. When his girlfriend Elizabeth Williams returns to the island, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">coincidentally</span> a huge fog appears with weird noises and killing locals. When Elizabeth slips in Nick's boathouse and falls in the sea, she finds an 1871 journal written by a man called Blake, who bought half the island for his leper people to build a town for them to live. While sailing in the clipper ship Elizabeth Dane, bringing his community to Antonio Island, Blake is betrayed by Wayne, Castle, Williams and Malone. The quartet locks Blake and his friends in the vessel, steals their money and possessions and fires the ship, killing them. In the present days, the ghosts of Blake and his crew are seeking for revenge on the descendants of the criminals<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjseTeIPqWVuokZImxxyAhIdUXEl7ubFdUUWBA01liWsaegvurqOmLZpWMit9d9ex-k4_V0qPmuYsxeLp-WPCX7cfQGNLw2ZXnjmpC6exiKKJ6hmAEV9Soo9IXbreoNIEq1kVslQ/s1600-h/the+fog+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224049492805373186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="285" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjseTeIPqWVuokZImxxyAhIdUXEl7ubFdUUWBA01liWsaegvurqOmLZpWMit9d9ex-k4_V0qPmuYsxeLp-WPCX7cfQGNLw2ZXnjmpC6exiKKJ6hmAEV9Soo9IXbreoNIEq1kVslQ/s320/the+fog+2.jpg" width="215" border="0" /></a></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-63185404783724027472008-07-01T09:54:00.003-04:002008-12-12T03:14:37.306-05:00Spider....spider...go away<div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ff99;">In case I never told anyone, I HATE bugs. HATE THEM....as in I don't care if they're a 'good' bug or a 'bad' bug. They give me the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">heebie</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">jeebies</span>. Spiders especially. To this day whenever I see a spider I will freeze and scream bloody murder until I have someone rescue me from the impending doom of the spider. Which of course means <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SQUISH</span> AND FLUSH (SOMETIMES DOUBLE FLUSH) so it is not going to return.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;">So you can imagine my chagrin and horror as I get a call from a co-worker this morning telling me about the MASSIVE, HAIRY ARACHNOID sitting outside the office and the non-cooperation of MALE co-workers to dispose of this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">menace</span>. You can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">imagine</span> my shock when another coworker E-MAILED ME THE PHOTO of this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">menace</span>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPsHiX5129DTWd-aiI-TL_oCHTtVGwkgXp6B6qkswQTF_Lg-FunpCh6be7UgwlkFNnFscWvyMeo0XXOhda4LbS7VslnG0UOIozzhXnD7uFkLen6vgCqnfhPhiSSlhobx5VstYTA/s1600-h/EWWW.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218045149813032562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPsHiX5129DTWd-aiI-TL_oCHTtVGwkgXp6B6qkswQTF_Lg-FunpCh6be7UgwlkFNnFscWvyMeo0XXOhda4LbS7VslnG0UOIozzhXnD7uFkLen6vgCqnfhPhiSSlhobx5VstYTA/s400/EWWW.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;">Anyway, in this horror and during the terror-reign of said</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;">arachnoid (at right) this is the e-mails shared between Claire and myself. Please note this insect is still at large and FREAKING us out.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"><strong>The e-mail:</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#99ff99;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;">Claire:There's a great big giant spider in the hallway. If you zoom in, you can appreciate the effect.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;">Me; WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?<br /><br />WHY ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF THAT THING?<br /><br />AND MORE IMPORTANTLY WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME THESE PHOTOS? I AM AFRAID OF SPIDERS!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;">Claire: So am I! BUT NOW IT'S MISSING. MISSING!!!!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;">Me: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">WEEEELLLLLLLLLLL</span>,<br /><br />WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE FROM YOUR DEPT KILL IT WHEN IT WAS THERE?????<br /><br />NOW IT IS ROAMING FREELY IN THE BUILDING ABLE TO TERRORIZE INNOCENT PEOPLE.<br /><br />AND WHY ARE YOU TAKING PHOTOS OF IT? SHOULD WE POST THEM IN THE BUILDING AS MISSING? I WONDER IF IT IS RADIO ACTIVE. (LIKE YOU KNOW…AS IN <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">SPIDER MAN</span>?)</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;">Claire: I like to take pictures of freaks of nature. You know, for posterity. We didn't kill it because we would have needed a shovel. You're right - now it's roaming freely, planning its attack in taking over the building. and eating all of our faces.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc33;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">So if anyone would like come to our office, hunt wrangle and kill this 8-legged freak, please feel free. Because now I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">envisioning</span> this thing launching <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">from the</span> ground or ceiling, and chewing our faces off.</span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong> </div>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-76133868325766865092008-06-10T16:08:00.002-04:002008-06-10T16:24:15.965-04:00Cro`i following in her birth mother's footsteps?<span style="color:#ffcc33;">The animal world is interesting- and today when a friend of mine and i were goofing around via e-mail, the topic came up about Siamese (female) cats being extra <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">horny</span>, and wanting THE SEX even after they are altered.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">I state this because ever since I adopted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pooka</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cro</span>`i, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mc</span>-kittens, we often pondered why <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Pooka</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Cro</span>`i had totally different markings. My mom often wondered if maybe they were not really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">litter mates</span>, but there is a tenderness and caring between them, so I didn't pay any heed to it. Because whether it be in the animal kingdom or the human world, you can't fake love and caring.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Anyway, read the blurb I have found on-line about (female) cats and their reproduction methods. And it also explains why <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pooka</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Cro</span>`i look totally different. And it also explains why <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cro</span>`i loves all the HOT men: Colin <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Farrell</span>, Johnny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Depp</span>, Derek <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Jeter</span>. And why she wants to escape for kitty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">lovin</span>'.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong><em>Tip 90 - Cat sex - Are cats promiscuous</em></strong><br />Many people view cats especially female cats as sexually promiscuous creatures. One of the reasons for this notion is that when female cats are in heat they call out to let males know that they are in heat. They also mate frequently and often mate with different males that have fought with each other to win mating rights. The resulting litter of kittens may therefore have been sired by different males which can account for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">litter mates</span> that look surprisingly different from one another. This reinforces our notion of their promiscuity and is classic anthropomorphic thinking. (The assigning of human attributes to non-humans)</span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-51866813809712844522008-06-03T15:45:00.003-04:002008-06-03T16:09:58.773-04:00IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;">Here it is again....June 3rd. Another year gone by.....another year older. Yep, it's my birthday today. The BIG 3-2. See that, I'm not even sad, upset or annoyed to admit it. In fact I'm embracing my birthday this year. Are you scared at my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chirpiness</span>? Do you find yourself concerned that I've been abducted by aliens, since I am not upset that it's my birthday?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">Don't be! Because I know that good things are coming my way. (No, I have not joined a cult and have taken to drinking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kool</span>-aid.) With age brings wisdom, brings a sense of self. And since last week I have been at peace, and feel like I am on the cusp of good news. What good news? Or why am I feeling like this? I have no idea. Do I have less stress from work, nope. But the only thing I can think of is that with age comes clarity. I feel loved.....unconditional love. By old friends, by new friends, and by certain family. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">This morning I woke up with my 'kids' camped out on the bed with me. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pooka</span> was on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">blankie</span>...and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cro</span>`i was asleep on the pillow next to me. As always, that brought a smile to my face. Mom came in to wake me up and had two beautiful cards for me. (1) from 'my kids', and (1) from her. By the time I went downstairs, Lola and Ida were greeting me with birthday joy. I had a ton of birthday wishes on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">myspace</span> page too. And it only confirmed for me how fortunate I am to have the people in my life that I do.</span> <span style="color:#ffccff;">When I entered my office this morning, I was graced with flowers on my desk, and some small gifts and beautiful cards. A friend bought me coffee and lunch for my birthday too. I think I got teary-eyed about five times today. Must be a sign of my maturity ro old-age.<br /></span><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">I have my faith. So with all that being said I am going to share with you some wisdom. I hope that you already know some of this, but it's always nice to be reminded. Here it goes:</span><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#ffccff;">Life is not about the destination, but the journey. Yes you will have ups and downs through-out your life. Don't worry about how hard and loud you laugh....just laugh.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffccff;">If you feel like crying- go ahead. Don't be ashamed to do so. Crying is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">therapeutic</span>. But don't drown in sorrow, because things will get better.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffccff;">Birthdays are NOT about what you get as gifts. Birthdays are about being able to celebrate with friends and family. A gift isn't something something you can touch with your hand. It's counting those you love and who love you. It's a memory you can smile back on or a joke you can share with someone special.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffccff;">Don't let someone knock your interest or likes. As long as you're not hurting anyone, and enjoy what you're doing, then enjoy it.</span></li></ul>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-87473289756286088972008-05-29T16:39:00.002-04:002008-06-02T12:33:07.597-04:00What to do when you're the 'grown-up'<span style="color:#ffcc66;">So here I go, throwing a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pity</span> party for myself. I know it, and I'm sure I'll be told by certain friends what I 'NEED' to do. But you know, with financial issues, and feelings of obligations doing 'what needs to be done' and 'knowing what should be done' are two different things. Many times in the past I have griped about family stuff, and mainly my problems with my mom. And although we have our ups and downs mom and me, I have to say we're becoming one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">another's</span> support system and allies due to the living situation we're in.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">You see, I live with mom and her sister. We're pretty much like the 'Golden Girls' with my mother probably being 'Sophia', me being 'Blanch' and my aunt....well although I'd love to say she's the 'Dorothy' of the trio, I think she's more of the 'Rose'. And not in a good way. My aunt is retired, forced to retire earlier than expected because her company went out of business. And continued to be in retirement because she has difficulty moving around. Doctors have proclaimed her to be a 'medical mystery' on more than one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">occasion</span>. So that means that it is my mother and me supporting the house and my aunt. To put it bluntly, we live paycheck to paycheck...and struggle to keep a house that we really can't afford. It is VERY EXHAUSTING.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">But that's the least of our worries. Because over the past couple of years, as my aunt's disability becomes more pronounced, she has become more and more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">argumentative</span>. She does not focus on conversations. She has become to not identify or notice things she is looking for (and again becomes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">argumentative</span>) when she can't 'find them.' For example: if she goes in the fridge to get milk, she does not see the milk. Mind you the milk is right in front of her, not hidden behind anything else. And then she gets annoyed because 'we do not have any milk'. So I will get up and show her the milk, and she will insist that it wasn't there two minutes ago.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;">My aunt refuses to go to the doctor. And it is very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">upsetting</span> to see her in this state. She has her good moments and her 'not-so-good' moments. This past Saturday she went to a seminar with me, and had a blast. The time we were together was like times from the past. It's not fair....on any levels. Last week my mom had gone away...and it was just Ida and myself and I never wanted my mom home more than then. I fear that my aunt has the beginnings of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dementia</span>.</span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-43680514016573958092008-05-21T10:54:00.002-04:002008-05-21T10:58:02.405-04:00Fun Facts: GeminiTime to learn as much as you can about: Gemini<br /><br />Versatility is a great keyword for this dual sign. Expressive and quick-witted, the Gemini presents two distinctive sides to his or her personality, and you can never be sure with which one you're going to come face-to-face. On one hand, the Gemini can be outgoing, flirtatious, communicative, and ready for fun, fun, fun. Yet when the other twin is present, you can find this air sign contemplative, serious, restless, and even indecisive. Both twins are able to adapt to life's circumstances well, making them wonderful people to know. Things are never boring when a Gemini is on the scene. Friends and FamilyGeminians are social and love spending time with friends and family. There will be times when this outgoing sign would want to go bungee jumping, and there will be times when sitting at home playing cards will suit them. Either way, friends are plentiful.<br /><br />Those who can match the Geminian intellect and love of variety will go the distance. One quality they seek out in others is communication. The Gemini loves to talk and gain insight from others. Without a clear flow of talk, the Gemini will lose interest pretty quick. Family is important, especially those of like mind. Friendship with siblings is quite common for the Geminian, and time spent together is cherished. Meeting responsibilities with family can pose a challenge at times, but almost always, the Geminian comes through. Career and MoneyThe best-suited careers for a Gemini are those that stimulate the intellect. "I think" is the key phrase for this sign. Geminians are inventive and often literary. It's important that the work they commit themselves to doing is dynamic and challenging so boredom doesn't set in. Careers as a teacher, debater, reporter, writer, preacher, or lawyer are all well-suited to this sign. Any platform that gives the Geminian room to talk is best! A sales profession is another excellent choice. You can expect to see many tools for communication around this sign, such as PDAs, laptops, and cell phones. Generating new ideas and problem solving are other areas where the Geminian will shine.<br /><br />Deciding between practicality and pleasure can be a tough thing for a Gemini. While money is a necessary evil, most don't spend a lot of time worrying about where their next dollar is coming from. They don't put much thought into balancing their checkbooks, yet they manage to get by just fine. This is largely due to the flexibility Geminians have. Love and SexFun-loving and always up for an intellectual challenge, the Gemini is a spirited lover. The talk that precedes the interlude is just as important as the actual contact for this sign, and when it comes to wit, this sign holds nothing back. Flirtatious and curious, the Geminian will spend time with a lot of different lovers until they find one that can match their intellect and energy level. The Gemini needs to experience excitement, versatility, and stimulation to feel fully satisfied. Once the perfect match is found, though, the Geminian can settle into a lifestyle for two for the long haul.<br /><br />GEMINI TIDBITS:HealthEach sign has a part of the anatomy attached to it, making this the area of the body that is most sensitive to stimulation. The anatomical areas for Gemini are the lungs, collarbone, hands, arms, shoulders, and the nervous system.<br /><br />Ruling PlanetThe ruling planet for Gemini is Mercury. Representing intellectual urge and the avenue of expression, this planet rules reason, rationalization, words, awareness, and communication. Its action is quick, and it deals with travel, speaking, writing, trade, and emotional capacity and technique.<br /><br />ColorThe color of choice for Gemini is green.<br />GemstoneGemini's star stone is the Moss Agate.<br />Lucky NumbersGemini's lucky numbers are 3 and 7.<br />Compatibility Geminis are most compatible with Libra and Aquarius.<br />Opposite SignThe opposite sign of Gemini is Sagittarius.<br />The Perfect GiftA surprise party, gift certificate to a bookstore, any activity with friends, Scrabble or other intellectual game<br />LikesMusic, magazines, books, music, blogs, chats with nearly anyone, short trips around town DislikesRepetition and routine, being alone, being confined<br />HouseNatural sign of the Third House. This house focuses on short trips, communication, conscious mind, brothers and sisters, and early education.<br /><br />Famous GeminiansHugh Laurie, Johnny Depp, Rudy Giuliani, Angelina Jolie, Nicole Kidman, Helena Bonham Carter<br />Best travel destinationSwitzerland, Wales, London, San Francisco, Melbourne<br />StrengthCuriosity, ability to share ideas, adaptable, affectionate, kind<br />WeaknessScattering energy in too many places at once, fickle in love, nervous, short attention span<br />Charismatic marksExpressive eyes, quick, bright, often small-boned, refined features<br />Best environmentAny busy neighborhood, places where people gather to gossip, bookstores, museumsOrelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-64679454991524388622008-05-12T08:40:00.003-04:002008-05-12T09:00:46.613-04:00Freak cooking accident<span style="color:#33cc00;"> They say that accidents often happen in close proximity of your home. And sometimes you also hear about freak accidents taking place. Well, over this past weekend I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">experienced</span> a freak cooking accident while in my home. I swear, my new nickname should be 'Lucy' as in 'I Love Lucy' or even 'Shep' as in 'The Three Stooges.'</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"> Saturday I had a housewarming party to go to, and I volunteered to bake cupcakes. Yummy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">scrummy</span> cupcakes actually. And of course I had my little buddy Lola in the kitchen, under foot hoping to maybe get a lick of cake batter or ware me down with her cute <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">puppyness</span>. I wouldn't let her though. (A) Because one batch of cupcakes had rum in the recipe, and (B) the second batch were chocolate. Both no-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">no's</span> for a dog, let alone puppy of her size. I also ran out of cupcake wrappers in the jumbo size, so needed to run out to the store...plus was running out of time to get everything done.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"> Well! Just as I turned from the sink to put something (I forget what it was) on the kitchen table, I bumped in to Lola. Not wanting to step on her foot, I was shifting me balance in all different directions, because I just knew I was going down (you know, like how you just sometimes know something...I knew I was hitting the ground.) And I did. But I didn't just fall on my ass. No, because if I'd have just fallen on my ass, it would have just been my ego bruised, and wouldn't make for such a freak accident.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /> <span style="color:#33cc00;"> No, as I was shifting my balance, I pitched forward, and smashed my face in to the spindle on top of the kitchen chair. Thankfully, yet it was still mad painful the spot I smashed was the part between my lower lip, and chin. (What would that be called?) Then I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">whacked</span> my forearm against the chair as I went down and landed on my ass. Ida came running as I had yelled owe when I hit my face, Lola went running, thinking I'd beat her for making me fall, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Pooka</span> came running to see what happened to his mom <em>now</em>. At this point I was laughing, as I couldn't believe what happened, was trying to reassure Lola it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OK</span>, and not to be scared. Also I was thankful I hit the lower part of my face as opposed to my eye.</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /> <span style="color:#33cc00;"> Am I sore? You bet. Is my face bruised, no...but my arm slightly is. And what about the cupcakes? How did they come out? <strong>DELICIOUS OF COURSE!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-16746761678882073892008-04-21T09:15:00.003-04:002008-04-21T09:41:37.803-04:00The evil's of getting a pet from a breeder<span style="color:#ff99ff;"> I have never bought a pet from a breeder, as my mom instilled in me the fact that 'homeless' pets are in need of love, security and a home more. 'homeless pets' being those in the pound or at animal shelters. And although she had pure-breed dogs growing up, my grandparents never paid for them. Because you know, back in the day...who had money to buy a pet? And I appreciate the fact that we've always rescued our pets. I've had much success with my pets that way: Scruffy came from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Northshore</span> Animal League and we had her for 16 years. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pooka</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cro</span>`i came from Save-A-Pet, and we've had them for almost six years. As a small kid, we also got the random pet from people in front of grocery stores giving away litters. (I miss seeing that now-a-days.) The only pet that didn't work out for us, which we got from a shelter was Blaze...but she was re-adopted out and thriving.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> There is also no such thing as a <strong>FREE PET</strong>. The 'free pet' falls into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">category</span> of urban <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">legend</span>, mythical creature, and lives somewhere with Bigfoot and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Lochness</span> Monster. Maybe Josh Gates should search out the free pet on his adventures. Which brings me to my 'baby' Lola. The cutest pocket <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">puggle</span> one could ever imagine. Originally obtained for my Aunt Ida...she wormed her way in to my heart within a matter of minutes of meeting her, let alone won my mother over too. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> If you do decide to go the route of buying a pet from a breeder, please make sure they're a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">reputable</span> one. I suggest you ask for references, and that you are <strong>ABLE</strong> to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">contact</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">references</span>. Don't take a written <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">testimony</span> as proof. Make sure the breeder and kennels are <strong>CLEAN</strong>. A clean kennel is the grounds for a healthy pup. Also make sure you have <strong>ALL RECORDS</strong> on your pet, medical as well as breeding papers.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> The reason why I say all this is Lola the cutest pocket <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">puggle</span> has been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">battling</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">coccidia</span> for a month now. I am not sure (but believe) she was sick with the parasite prior to us getting her. And the reason why I feel this, is because the breeder told me she was under the weather. We got Lola on March 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">th</span>, and on the 16<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">th</span> she had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">dirreah</span>, and a bit of blood in her stool which raised the red flags, and had me at the vet with her on the 17<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">th</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Coccidia</span> is not a fatal issue (if caught quickly and treated <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">aggressively</span>.) But it is time <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">consuming</span>, and just annoying...plus between being at the vet for Lola's shots, stool samples, and office visits for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">coccidia</span>, she is costing me a small fortune. Thus my stating <strong>THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A FREE PET.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> Would I (or my family) think of trading her in? Hell no, we all love Lola so much. Are we sorry we got her? Hell no, she has brought us such joy. And am I saying that only healthy pups and dogs live in animal shelters? No.....but when it comes time to bring a pet home, just really investigate and weigh all your options.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> </span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-7383053299025409062008-04-14T11:09:00.000-04:002008-04-14T11:11:02.273-04:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"> Notice the little smily's eyeballs going 'round and 'round? Good, because that's EXACTLY how I feel these days. I am not one to complain much about the big things. I really internalize a lot, which I guess helps feed my anxiety and tummy issues. But I also feel like I am just going to implode if I don't let it out....so here it goes, in a rambling blog entry which I will try to condense as much as possible.<br /> I guess I'll start with the work crap. Because let's face it, work sux. Each day my dream to run away, and become a beach bum becomes more and more appealing. Live the bohemian life I've always craved, and braid people's hair on the beach during the day, sipping mai tai's at night. (Ok, margarita's are more my speed.) Anyway for the past year and a half my department has heard about big changes coming down the pike, and being held accountable for our time and work, blah-blah-blah. My department felt little hits such as cut backs on overtime, and hiring freezes. But about 2 weeks ago there was a 50-person lay-off company wide. Or should I say Long Island location wide. 18 people from my building were let go, and from this number I was friends with 8 of them...(2) of them from my department. So of course the scare went out, and my department has been restructored again. I still work for the chief, but we report to a different manager (which is ok)...but there's nearly no laughter and comoderie as there was before in my office. Plus my cube-neighbor has proven to be a backstabbing snitch and now I really hate going in each day. I've opted not to move out of my house, because I'm worried if they cut more poistions and I can't make it on my own, I'll have no choice but to break my lease, and that's not cool. The upswing to that though is we're making a studio apartment in my house for me.<br /> For the past several months I haven't been feeling myself. Just extremly run down, more frequent tummy problems, my allergies and sinus running like crazy. I all but live on my allergy meds, and have gone back on my anxiety medication too. My joints have been more achy, and even where I do not have arthritis I've had pain. Back in Februray I took a month off from dance class, just to recharge myself and although it helped slightly, I still am exhausted. Last Wednesday I went to a new primary doctor, to see if she could figure out what's going on. She told me I need to restart my fiber regimen, keep up with the allergy meds too. But she also took 4 tubes of blood to test me for everything under the sun (due to my old thyroid problem.) The doctor feels my thyroid has turned my arthritis in to rhumetoid arthritis which may explain a lot too. I am a mess, and keep plugging away. Because you know, NOT being independantly wealthy does not afford me the luxery of crawling under the covers and sleeping my days away. I get my blood work back in about 2 weeks.<br /> Which brings me to my Lola. She is still under the weather. I feel like I'm living at the vet. Her appatite is good, and her energy levels are great. Well, it's back to the vet again this morning. (I feel like I've been living at the vet..lol.) I mean, it's not all bad because we've been going for her required shots...but I just want her 100% ok.<br />For the intestinal parasite, she goes back on Albon (her antibiotic) which she loves taking, because it tastes good. The vet says it's normal to sometimes have to do this 3-4 times for the parasite to be knocked out. Her appatite and energy is fine, and she's been gaining weight, so I don't need to worry about her being malnurished. Just worried about this bug.<br />But her fur loss has me real concerned. When we had gotten her, she scratched ocasiionally, and mom thought maybe she had a flea. But it's too early in the season, and we checked her and saw nothing. But then the scratching got much worse and I thought maybe food allergies so I switched her food. (We also had given her oatmeal baths but they didn't help much.) The food switch helped some but not much. The vet did a skin scraping onher ear, and that came up negative...but now she's losing more fur from her scratching in more places, so the puppy teacher (yeah she's in puppy kindergarten)thinks she has a skin parasite too! So it's back to the vet this morning for more skin scrapings. It just never ends.<br />So I thank you for listening to me bitch and moan. I know there are many people who have it 1000% worse than me. But I am just exhausted. I go to bed exhausted and wake up exhausted and have to put a smile on my face during the hours in between, which is...well honostly...exhausting. And I worry all the time over Lola and want to beat the crap out of the breeder, and wish my body would stop hurting. So if I don't seem as peppy as I usually am, or seem a bit quieter than usual...please don't think it's anything major. It's just all the little things. But I'll chug along...I have to.</span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-21379584885067103462008-03-26T10:49:00.002-04:002008-03-26T10:55:33.577-04:00WOW! Complete turmoil at the companySo it has begun. Yesterday the company which I work for was hit was a massive lay-off. Yes there has been visible scale-backs in certain areas and some random firings as well. And of course the scuttlebutt is always running like wild fire. But I don't think people really expected it to happen.<br /> And it was so vague with how they decided who to let go. People who had been with the company for quite some time were let go, part-timers were let go. Some managment and union members were let go. We just got a memo sent out that the transportation service (for long-distance employees) will be ceased in May. So like I just said to a friend of mine, that will force people to commute ontheir own dime, and cause possibly more employees to stop working for the company, cutting posistions. It makes you wonder.Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-47850814952716177732008-03-10T13:42:00.002-04:002008-03-10T14:13:17.926-04:00Recognizing the signs of hating my job<span style="color:#ff0000;"> Everyone has good and bad days in their career. Some people are blessed to LOVE what they do for a living, and where they work. Some people HATE their jobs and having to do what they do for a paycheck. And some people just don't give a damn about where they work, what they do as long as they get a paycheck. I used to fall in to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">category</span> of being someone who loved their job.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Used to. Those are the key words. The entire first year at my company, I loved getting up and going in to the office. People used to be able to say 'hello' to one another without worrying about getting caught saying 'hello'. You would be busy all day, and be able to goof around with a coworker. If you had been assigned a project, and needed an extension on it...you didn't mind working late to finish it up.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"> The second year of being at my company brought about A LOT of changes. People are not allowed to talk to people in other departments without a comment being passed. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Management</span> does not crack jokes or even allow you to crack jokes any longer. Conspiracy theories and back-stabbing have gotten to become so out-of-hand it is pathetic. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Salary</span> increases are not coming down the pike, and employee moral is down. Hiring freezes, and company globalization has taken hold at my location.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Come August, I will be with my company for three years. And every day I pray to have the strength to come in and give a damn about my performance. But it is getting harder and harder. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">Annoying co-worker is still as annoying if not more so. But it doesn't effect me as badly as I just tune him out, because I DON'T CARE.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">I don't plod along in my duties at break-neck speed like I used to, or stay late every night like I once had. </span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">Each morning, I dilly-dally at my home until the last possible minute before leaving for the office.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">Co-workers who need me to type items for them, annoy me as they just don't care if I am working on something else.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">I try to avoid walking through the building (to go potty, or to the mail room, or for tea) to avoid seeing people who work in the building. Because they want to socialize. And I DON'T WANT to. </span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">I am exhausted every night and worn down every morning from the stress of working in such a negative atmosphere.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;">And I call in sick just because I don't feel like going in to work. And I don't feel guilty about it.</span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">The bulleted items above have made me realize how UNHAPPY and how much I HATE my job. And now I have to face the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">decision</span> on either staying and being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">miserable</span> or making the move, and moving on. But I am all but positive my mind is made up...and it is time for me to move on.</span></p>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-10065009703025015902008-02-20T10:47:00.004-05:002008-12-12T03:14:37.968-05:00The nameless puppy-head<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDdTHr7-G2gr5v0q4Tb2hrpogZw4ltmmuMebHPe3eNhNJmK6cpCew710l3Va8OrG2fdxacHDOTlcMkEuoO2HpT-4eICJUUR7NR0s50x927I4anZp7TehztG7Q1Ee4xmrnpjm-kw/s1600-h/Bubba_2%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDdTHr7-G2gr5v0q4Tb2hrpogZw4ltmmuMebHPe3eNhNJmK6cpCew710l3Va8OrG2fdxacHDOTlcMkEuoO2HpT-4eICJUUR7NR0s50x927I4anZp7TehztG7Q1Ee4xmrnpjm-kw/s400/Bubba_2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169090989586571346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6WteVoL3ZFujQfnlM24LXSWO64T8Z7BVEPN797II6nTWx0jFVs84l_ctY6NAhIKu_CfC7Xocy2xOoIqQNkf6Ft5vf7hR26YnWFDv86bK77kAy7QyzHTokai43EjmWmhrLpINkw/s1600-h/Bubba_3%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6WteVoL3ZFujQfnlM24LXSWO64T8Z7BVEPN797II6nTWx0jFVs84l_ctY6NAhIKu_CfC7Xocy2xOoIqQNkf6Ft5vf7hR26YnWFDv86bK77kAy7QyzHTokai43EjmWmhrLpINkw/s400/Bubba_3%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169089817060499522" /></a><br /><br /><br />This will be the newest addition to our household as of March 1st 2008. He needs a Celtic or Irish name. Or something equally as cool. Any suggestions? He is Ida's puppy....a puggle and I will not be taking him when I move in the summer. I am taking the two mc-kittens. And at least this puppy will not be a monster like Blaze the beast that we had to give away.Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-25874085310330428622008-02-11T14:50:00.000-05:002008-02-11T14:57:44.715-05:00Spoof on Ghost Hunters.....it is hysterical!Ghost Hunters and Ghost Hunters Internation are two of my <strong>FAVORITE</strong> shows on t.v. today. One of the guys who is on GHI posted the link to the this clip on MySpace...and it just cracks me up. Maybe you need to be a fan of the show(s) to truly appreciate the magnificance and whit of the skit...but I find it hysterical!<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_Hmb4p_iRkOrelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-16783296736548622752008-02-05T00:08:00.000-05:002008-12-12T03:14:38.099-05:00Pooka strikes again!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicjZbM-j_C9JtK8y73GlbMXjpSNDcRoIO1I2Wc4cor_4_PtiGeDsFRP9ZbPfKad7boc7FY7JXbB1eJjNRLU5xZ3kC6TH4Uvs1Ua5UeQu__VlHdBHP1cr9ueD4gHGDqcQ941XBOw/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicjZbM-j_C9JtK8y73GlbMXjpSNDcRoIO1I2Wc4cor_4_PtiGeDsFRP9ZbPfKad7boc7FY7JXbB1eJjNRLU5xZ3kC6TH4Uvs1Ua5UeQu__VlHdBHP1cr9ueD4gHGDqcQ941XBOw/s400/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163359321081652690" /></a><br />If anyone knows me, they know that I don't sleep alone. No...I'm not blessed to be sharing my bed with someone who will spoon with me, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I sleep with a four-legged, purring bed-hog. Sure it was all fun and games when Pooka and his sister Cro`i were small, and the three of us crammed in to bed together, and my biggest complaint was that Cro`i was sleeping between my knees. No...now it's down to just Pooka and myself because Pooka thinks he is my guardian orsomething.<br /><br />I've had to start sleeping with a humidifier because of the heat in the house, and the frequent sinus infections I was getting from my sinuses getting dried out. Well, Pooka fell IN LOVE with the humidifier, to the point of that if I shut it of...he's tapping at in because he wants it on. Well last night was the icing on the cake. Last night, it was so bloody hot, I was actually asleep on top of the blanket (mind you it's just my sheet and a crocheted blankie), and had a difficult time falling asleep. (That could be attributed to the fact that the Patriots lost.)<br /><br />Anyway, I had finally fallen asleep, and was actually facing the hallway, as opposed to the window. The humidifier is on the side of the bed which the window is on. But I was sound asleep....and comfortable. When a SHARP PINCH, on my arse no less woke me up. I mean my cheek was stinging! And I was scared....because as I mentioned before I SLEEP ALONE. (Even on the nights that I slept over squirrel's house, there was no sleep-induced ass-pinching.) So if I sleep alone, and something pinched my ass....was I having a paranormal expierence? Was some entity trying to gain my attention? Well before I screamed bloody murder, waking the house (see I didn't let my imagination get too carried away,) I gingerly reached out to see if my furry sidekick was in bed. <br /><br />Lo and behold the furry bastard was! Sleeping on the left side of me, closest to the humidifier! AND he felt that I wasn't giving him emough room, because he was pushing...and I don't mean had his legs extended. I MEAN PUSHING with all his might against me, because he didn't have enough room. His toenails were what pinched my tender booty.<br /><br />Typical male! That's what I say....wanting to hog the bed!Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-83805242514507798532008-01-20T13:26:00.000-05:002008-01-20T13:28:55.277-05:00What I’ve learned from life regarding loveI am the hopeless romantic, turned cynic. I believe in love, and believe in the happily-ever-after. However I also believe that this will never happen for me. Check out the song 'My Sweet Song' by Toby Lightman....and you'll understand where I'm coming from. Anyone who knows my childhood, and my choice of men will understand why I feel this way. I believe people can be happy and IN LOVE with one another. But I also believe that I must have done something in a past life to give me the inability to find that right person for me. <br /><br />I am proud to say that after being in hurtful, go-no-where, abusive relationships and a year of theropy with a wonderful person, I've come to realize what I want and what I DESERVE. What I will and will not tolorate. But that still doesn't stop you from loving a person who isn't capable of loving you the way you need to be loved or letting themself BE loved. I also feel that I will never have what some people are blessed to have, and I accept that. I'm fine with that. And I will enjoy myself as best as I can. But for those of you who are YOUNG, and just starting out the gate...or those of you who need some guidience from us cyncial's here is a list of things to keep in mind. Maybe this is just theraputic for myself....but here it is none the less.<br /><br />PERFECT in-sight on being in a relationship (even though these are quoted from a movie): 'The hardest thing is loving someone and then having the courage to let them love you back.' also ''Every woman has the exact love life she wants....When you're ready to let go, to be un-singIe and un-miserabIe, you will." <br /><br />When you care for someone, or more importantly love someone, you will have good times and not-so-good times. The GOOD times should out-weigh the not-so-good times. You can hurt for someone, and cry for someone. But you shouldn't be crying over someone.<br /><br />Communication is key. Don't be afraid to say what you feel, need, or want.<br /><br />By realizing what it is you want, what you deserve it does not make you selfish to go out and get it.<br /><br />You can love someone and you can be IN LOVE with someone. Sometimes these two actions are tied up in the SAME PERSON. This is when it gets sticky.<br /><br />A great love relationship is based on a great friendship. <br /><br />If a person is not willing to allow love in to their life, it takes too much energy to fight to be allowed in to that person's life.<br /><br />Your friends will only want the best for you. Don't forget that. A real friend will tell you what they see, or know even if it may hurt to accept that information. They're not saying it to hurt you. They're saying it because they don't want you to get hurt. But they'll give you the time and space to realize this on your own.<br /><br />Sometimes the person you love is brought in to your life at a certain time to teach you a lesson. If you learn from that lesson, you will come out stronger. It may not be the lesson you expect or even want...but you'll have learned from it.<br /><br />Confide in the person you love. You'll be surprised with how they either accept what you're saying or give you insight, or even open up more about themself.<br /><br />Be patient. All good things to those who wait. Just don't wait too long, or you may forget to put yourself first.Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-73832541622421289962008-01-10T08:49:00.000-05:002008-12-12T03:14:38.130-05:00Reflection of 2007 (Meme)<span style="color:#ffff66;">1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before? </span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Host a party with my two brothers.</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?<br /><strong>I am sticking to my resolution thus far, and I may make one for next year too.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">3. Did anyone close to you give birth?<br /><strong>No. Oh unless you count Crazy-cat-lady....but we're not close.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">4. Did anyone close to you die?<br /><strong>:o( Yes, my cousin Jack. It was tragic on (2) two levels. (1) He was down in Jamaica, VI for his wedding, and we were not there yet. (2) It was so unexpected.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">5. What countries did you visit? </span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>None in 2007.</strong><br /><br />6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007? </span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"><strong>My own place. :-) Self love, a <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"> more </span>committed relationship. Is that too much to ask for?</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">7. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? </span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">September 28- it was the first night I hung out with someone, and has been leading me down an interesting road.<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;">8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?<br /><strong>Speaking up (even though I was pushed) and telling H.R. I did not want a specific situation. This led to me getting to work with the people I like, doing the job I like.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><br /></strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">9. What was your biggest failure?<br /><strong>The closeness with my mom....but I think I can regain it.</strong></span><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">10. Did you suffer illness or injury?<br /><strong>Bronchitis, sinus infection, a cyst on my side.</strong></span><br /></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#99ff99;">11. What was the best thing you bought?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMupMZMluAIyIVT7jiHjp60HdKLoxTzUgUa8K4bSRl8tP27sEj9-LBwkCGdP4Ut8782GM6wShXIxwtibl3NQzlkZFNXUajbUnzlAObKJpU0L13sWAGK2JYmataarOvJ5rTaH7tTg/s1600-h/masterofthepanflute.jpg"></a><span style="color:#99ff99;"> </span><br /></span><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong>In 2007? I know it's something which I use every day but for the life of me I can't think of what it is right now. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ACK</span>!!!</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">12. Whose behavior merited celebration?<br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Erm</span>, mine? For not fighting with my mother.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?<br /><strong>My mother's. Because we had been getting along so well, that I forgot that she can not be the person I'd like her to be, nor can she love me the way I need her to love me. Because of this, and some other stuff she has said to me and her actions, I've come to realize that I can not rely on her for anything.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">14. Where did most of your money go?</span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong>Bills, cat food, supporting myself.</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?<br /><strong>Seeing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pooka</span> & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cro</span>`i when I come home at night, seeing someone special, getting ready for a night out.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">16. What song will always remind you of 2007?<br /><strong>'The Way I Am' by Ingrid <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Michaelson</span></strong> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer? </span><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">I am happier, a bit fatter (but working on that), and on my way to being poorer.<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">18. What do you wish you’d done more of?<br /><strong>Laugh.</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">19. What do you wish you’d done less of? </span><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">Second-guessing conversations.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">20. How will you be spending Christmas?<br /><strong>For 2008, I have no clue yet. 2007 was spent seeing Sweeney Todd and having dessert at my cousins.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><br /></strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">21. Did you fall in love in 2007?<br /><strong>Yes.....or the beginning of love.</strong></span><br /></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">22. How many one-night stands?<br /><strong>None....what I had thought was going to be a 1-night-stand turned in to repeats.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">23. What was your favorite TV program?<br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">SuperNatural</span>, Paranormal State, Ghost Hunters, and Grey's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Anatomy</span> and Brothers & Sisters.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong><br /></span><a href="http://somethingsarcastic.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-no-idea.html"></a><span style="color:#ffcccc;">24. Do you hate anyone now that you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">didn</span>’t hate this time last year?<br /><strong>Yes....and ex-boss who was almost my boss again, but was thwarted and still tries to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">EVERYONES</span> boss.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">25. What was the best book you read?<br /><strong>For 2007- Asking For Trouble by Elizabeth Young</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">26. What was your greatest musical discovery?<br /><strong>Rhianna</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">27. What did you want and get?<br /><strong>A laptop</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">28. What did you want and not get?<br /><strong>GPS</strong><br />29. What was your favorite film of this year?<br /><strong>Oh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">jeebus</span>! 3:10 To Yuma, Bee Movie, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">and Sweeney</span> Todd</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?<br /><strong>I was 31, and had bare-stage <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">rehearsal</span> and ate dinner at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Caraba's</span>.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?<br /><strong>Meeting someone. who has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">made</span> me realize what I want in life, and to go get it. Forging a closer bond with my cousins.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?<br /><strong>As my own. :-) Jeans, sexy tops...sweaters. BOOTS. Boots are very important.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">33. What kept you sane?<br /><strong>My cats. Smoking. Nelson and Peter listening to me and making me drinks. No seriously.....a circle of close and good friends keep me sane.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#99ffff;">34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?<br /><strong>Johnny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Depp</span>.</strong></span><br /><strong><br /></strong><span style="color:#99ffff;">35. What political issue stirred you the most?<br /><strong>(Product) Red.</strong></span><br /></strong><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">36. Who did you miss?<br /><strong>My Uncle Frank...my Cousin Jack.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">37. Who was the best new person you met?<br /><strong>There are two. Keri (my cousin Christina's roommate) and Squirrel</strong>.</span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.<br /><strong>Don't be afraid to go after what you want.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.<br /><strong>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Cuz</span> I love the way you call me baby.And you take me the way I am."</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-53817785579933005872007-12-27T15:07:00.000-05:002007-12-27T15:38:24.653-05:00Where oh where can a decent apartment be? Where or where can one be?<span style="color:#ff9966;">**Before I launch in to this entry, I just want to wish everyone out here in blogger land a very Merry Christmas, happy holidays, and safe & healthy New Years. I hope that everyone enjoyed their festivities, and are all well.**</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">If I was not living the nightmare of apartment hunting, and witnessed regrettably) some of the apartments I have, would never believe what I am about to share with all of you. And just think, I live in the suburbs, not even in the city. I could only imagine what it must be like to search in an urban area. There has been much drama going on at home, and even though I have toyed with the notion of moving out, never really got off my butt to look for something. But now, things have gotten a bit sticky at home, and mom has made it clear that she does not value my contribution to the house, or respect me and my needs. The breaking point was Christmas Eve for me, when she made it clear that I was not included in our (annual tradition of attending midnight mass.) But I've totally jumped ahead with that comment. anyway, since just before Thanksgiving it became apparent that my days at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">casa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">de</span> Lucretia were coming to an end. I started to look for apartments, and even put the word out to respected co-workers and friends to keep their eyes and ears peeled. Enjoy what I've encountered:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><ol><li><span style="color:#cc0000;">Apartment located in Bay Shore, NY: This ad was torn down from a paper hanging in the grocery store. It was for a studio apartment, and turned out not to be too far from my best friend Nelson (who was <strong>not</strong> the one who got me the information.) Anyway, I secure an appointment to look at the space, and the landlord (who was driving home from Brooklyn) was mad late. I mean late to the point where I was getting ready to leave. I had been sitting in front of this dark house, which looked something that could have been nice, yet was still spooky and had a for sale sign on the front lawn. Dude finally shows up and brings me to the BASEMENT apartment. Which <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OK</span>, a basement apartment would have been fine. But this basement STUDIO apartment? Uh, no! You had to walk down STEEP stairs, and entered in to the sitting area. When I tell you the sitting area wouldn't have been able to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">accommodate</span> a love seat, I am not kidding. You could not fit two people in to the kitchenette. The bedroom had no closet, which the guy was going to build, and I don't know how you'd be able to fit a bed in there. The only saving grace was the bathroom, which had a bench in the shower stall, so you could sit. If I could have lived in the bathroom, it may have worked. I was so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">stupefied</span> by this, that I actually considered taking the apartment, called Nelson to have him check it out. THANK GOD Nelson saw it for what it was, and aside from not liking the 'crack city' neighborhood, said to me 'no way in hell are you taking this. Ian and Peter wouldn't even be able to fit down here, let alone The Squirrel'. Needless to say, we moved on.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ffcccc;">I then called the number from another grocery store which the same friend (who gave me the first number gave me.) The man seemed very nice, yet <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">reluctant</span> to even set up an appointment to view the apartment. Finally he asks me: 'Do you speak Spanish?". So taken slightly aback, as I could tell by his accent that this dude did, I was honest and told him 'no, I do not.' So he asks me to call him tomorrow, and when I do...<em>surprisingly</em> the apartment was rented to a nice '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Espanish</span>' couple. I felt like I was discriminated against for not being Hispanic, and was actually insulted.</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff6666;">Then on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">CraigsList</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ahhhh</span>, good old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">CraigsList</span>) I found yet another apartment in Bay Shore, not too far from Nelson. And this time, it was through a real estate agency. Again, it was listed as a studio, close to the water, cats were allowed. It <strong>sounded</strong> good. I repeat....<strong>sounded</strong>. I set the appointment to go view it, and drag Nelson around since he is my voice of reason, and knows certain areas. When I gave him and Peter the address, Peter and him flipped, saying it could possibly be in the drug dealers/ <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">prostitution</span> den on Bay Shore. If we were on one side of the road, don't even stop, but if it was on the other side, it MAY be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">OK</span>. So Nelson and I go <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">trekking</span> to this apartment, and had the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">damnedest</span> time even finding it, as there was no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">adequate</span> lighting or numbering on surrounding buildings. We both began to get a bad feeling about this, turned around since we had gotten tot he marina, and back-tracked. Upon heading back, we saw the building, which was a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Victorian</span> style. Nelson said it used to be a rehab house, and he didn't want me staying there. Plus again, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">bordering</span> on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">prostitution</span> parkway. Well, lets just sum this up with, after we left we both wanted to take showers. Walking in, the landlord explained that the fireplace in the common area didn't work, new carpeting still needed to be put down. He shows us what COULD have been my apartment, and I was afraid of getting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">hepatitis</span> c. Filth and grime everywhere. Not to mention it looked like someone smeared feces along the hallway walls.</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">So anyway, I'd all but gave up hope. Until last night. I went and viewed an apartment in Huntington, and plan to bring Nelson back tomorrow to see it. I am pretty sure this is 'THE ONE.' For multiple reasons. It is still small, but quaint. And I can bring the cats. I don't want to say too much more until I know what is going on....but please everyone keep your fingers crossed.</span></li></ol><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24954951.post-12299837817542117602007-12-06T02:49:00.000-05:002007-12-06T03:30:16.556-05:00Being woken up at an ungodly hour.....<span style="color:#ff6666;"> It's funny, I had never used to sleep with my cell phone on the night stand next to me. Nope...at night, regardless of it being charged or not, the phone was far away from me...either downstairs or in the other room plugged in. Even when I was dating someone, or 'involved' with them, I never kept it next to the bed in case they called...in the middle of the night. Sleep was sleep, and I was greedy about it.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"> But the past few months...I have taken to sleeping <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wi</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th t</span>he phone on my night stand. I don't know why. It's not like my kooky friends call me at 2:00am in the morning saying 'get yo' ass out of bed, we're going to do ________." Because you know....we're <em>older</em>, and more responsible than when when we were say, I don't know 21. And granted, I don't hang out with those people anymore...because I don't like who they were or the type of person I was when I think back to those days. And it isn't like I'm getting booty calls in the middle of the night. Because (a) I don't club/bar like I had....(b) I like and respect myself way too much these days to just up and do a booty call, and (c) well, I'm hanging out with 'Squirrel' and no one else. But to quote 'Squirrel and I are not dating'. *Rolls eyes and shrugs*. And not only is Squirrel an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">EXTREMELY</span>....fully sound sleeper, but he is way too respectful than to call me at 2:00 in the morning for anything.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"> So when my phone does go off at odd hours of the night/morning. I awake in a slight panic, wondering who got hut or what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">emergency</span> is going on. This morning was one of those mornings. I had actually gone to bed (last night) at 9pm, which is a rare occasion in itself. But I was tired, had been going to sleep, mad late all week. Anyway at 1:57am, my phone goes off and I awake with a start, fumbling for my phone wondering who needed me so desperately. It took me a few minutes to blindly locate the phone, and when I did to focus on the number. Because you know, God-forbid I put my eyeglasses on. And I was expecting the i.d. to read 'Squirrel's' name, thinking maybe it was later than I thought, and he wanted to ask me to pick him up at the train station due to weather. But it wasn't his name. Then I DID panic, because the phone <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">number</span> started with 674, which is how my best friend/brother's home phone number starts. But the last four digits were not his. So I flip open the phone and mumble "hello....hello....hello...." to no one being there. I call back to see who the hell it was, but they pick up and hang up. BASTARDS! You ruined my nice sleep, and even if it was a wrong phone number don't have the decency to say 'sorry, I've missed dialed. I hate to have bothered you so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">inconvienant</span> at such a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bazaar</span> hour."</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"> Which brings me to my 3:00am writing of this post. I got up to pee, then couldn't fall back <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">to sleep</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Pooka</span> came and loved me up a bit, still no sleep. Figured I'd go on-line, and here I am. Posting. Because...you know....I post so infrequently these days. But then it hit me....one of my favorite songs. (Because I was thinking of a blog topic for me to put on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Myspace</span>) which wouldn't be so open and obvious in case certain eyes *Squirrel* happened to stumble across me on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Myspace</span>. {BTW....Squirrel....still doesn't know he's Squirrel. At least, not to my knowledge he doesn't.} So one of my favorite songs, and I used to want it as my wedding song, is: 'I Don't Want To Miss A Thing', by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Aerosmith</span>. For me, the first line says it all: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>I could stay awake just to hear you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">breathing Watch</span> you smile while you are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">sleeping While</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">you're</span> far away dreaming'</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">That had always grasped me, and it was something i had always wanted to expierence with someone special in my life one day. Because to me, if you could feel that strongly about someone...just want to watch them sleep...wow! </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"> And I mention all this, because the phone call that jarred me awake this morning made me realize. I HAVE this. I mean don't get me wrong. I know that I am not 'in love' with Squirrel yet. However I do know that I LOVE Squirrel, and the fact that we're in one another's lives. But I have on occasion watched him sleep, as it takes me way longer to fall asleep, or I had gotten up to tinkle and then gone back to bed, only to watch him for a few minutes. And he is so peaceful when he sleeps. And on more than one occassion, I have seen him smile in his sleep when he senses me move closer to him, or touch him. I mean...there is so much more to what I am trying to say. So much that I am not divulging in this rambling confession, out in cyber-land. So much I am holding close to my heart, because I don't want it picked to death, or critized or even mocked. But I ALSO have come to realize that the reason why I am over-analyze some of the things that have been going on between me and Squirrel is because it's not just sex between us. There are real feelings. And neither one of us want to hurt the other or get hurt ourselves. And more importantly....this is NEW water for me. Because I have never been with someone who doesn't want to intentionally hurt the person they're with. And because of my past, I wait for the bad stuff to come.....wait for it with no just cause to expect it.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"> Well, now that I have rambled on and on about all kinds of feelings and phone calls waking me up, I am going to try and get at least another 2 hours of sleep. I just wanted to send this out there.....to share with all you. Because, I miss ya's. Even though it's me who isn't writing as much...I still miss ya's. And I also wanted to THANK wrong number person for waking my ass up. Because, if they hadn't called at 2:00am in the morning, none of this would have hit me as clearly (or as jumbled) as it did. NIGHT...all.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span>Orelinde_03http://www.blogger.com/profile/00166145333582292405noreply@blogger.com1